Atomic Spunk:I'd like to know what kind of dog it was so I can properly adjust my level of rage. If the dog looked like this:[students.cis.uab.edu image 314x253]I'd be outraged.

If the dog looked like this:[www.bayliedog.com image 300x388]she did the world a favor.

Given that it was her late boyfriend's dog, I'm guessing more the former than the latter. Either way, hope she rots. Life sucks? Fine, off yourself. Your kids are already in foster care, but at least let the damn dog go to the home of someone who will love it and care for it.

I'm okay, I'm alrightHurricanes and trainwrecks only last one nightWould you believe all I've been through?Had the hands of tempted fateOh, if you only knewWhat it costs, how I waitWhat I got, what I gave

I'm still here...After the heartache, after the storm blew throughI kept me and it saved meI'm still standin', right where you left meOn a cold dark cloud, with nowhere to fall but downLike a single, naked unrelenting tear...I'm still here

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.'Cos there's something in a Sunday,Makes a body feel alone.And there's nothin' short of dyin',Half as lonesome as the sound,On the sleepin' city sidewalks:Sunday mornin' comin' down